Starry abyss I’ve wished upon
between the listless, sleepless nights,
is burdened beyond mountain heights
with woes that emanate ‘til dawn.
In times of need, we may move on
to seeking signs through zodiac.
The constellations neatly stacked
paint a pattern across the pit(t).
Who do we owe our compliments?
Perhaps they’ll send our wishes back.
This poem was made in response to this post.